As everyone told me that Ethan Wellington had lost his memory and forgotten about me, I didn't believe it.

However, when I went outside Ethan's hospital room and saw him looking at his childhood sweetheart affectionately, I felt my heart break.

Ethan had always known to keep his distance from other girls before. After he was in a relationship with me, there was never another girl around him. He was humble, courteous and gentle, and he looked at me with affection in his eyes.

Now, the way he looked at me was extremely cold, and the indifference in his eyes made me feel extremely frustrated.

"Who are you?"

My voice sounded hoarse as I lowered my head to hide the loss in my eyes when he asked me so indifferently. "My name is Victoria Wilson, and I'm your friend."

"No way. There's no way I could have a friend like you."

I had just returned from the hill. Upon hearing that he woke up, I stumbled all the way here, and I even fell on my way down the hill. My knees were bloody and numb with pain, and I looked dirty and embarrassed.

I quickly straightened my clothes. Before I could say anything, he added, "I don't know you, and I'd appreciate it if you didn't come back to pester me, as it would upset my fiancée."

"What? Fiancée?"

I looked over in surprise at his childhood sweetheart, Carolyn Blair, who was standing beside him.

Upon seeing my gaze, Carolyn looked at me provocatively and smugly. "Ms. Wilson, I wish you'd stop pestering my fiancé, and you're not welcome here.

"Get out!"

The look in Ethan's eyes was nothing but indifference like ice that would not melt in the snow-capped mountains or a sharp sword.

My sight was blurred by tears and I couldn't see their faces clearly for a moment. The feeling of heartbreak made me feel like I was a fish jumping on the shore, unable to catch my breath, and having to prolong my last gasp.

When I returned from the hospital, I was depressed, and I went to our wedding room in a daze.

The house was designed by Ethan and I, and the putty on the walls proved that we both worked on it. He preferred black while I favored white. He humored me, so the entire interior decoration of the house was in accordance with my preferences.

At that time, when I asked him why he did so, he said, "Because where you are is my home. Wherever you are, I'll be there."

These words were deep in my mind, but the man who said them forgot me.

My friends came to comfort me after hearing about it.

Everyone in Ethan's chat group of close friends was talking about it.

Zachary: [Victoria, Ethan probably hurt his brain in the car accident. Don't worry, he'll remember soon. Don't forget that you are Victoria.]

Noah: [Victoria, Ethan has been sleeping for a month, and he just woke up without a clear head, so don't take it to heart. Remember to let us know if anything happens.]

As they were comforting me, Ethan suddenly invited someone into the chat group.

Carolyn: [Hello, I'm Carolyn.]

She greeted everyone in the chat group, and the chat group, which was still lively just now, instantly fell into silence, with no one talking anymore.

Carolyn didn't seem to be embarrassed, and she even added everyone in the chat group as friends.

I didn't know if they had added her, and the chat group was still silent.

The next second, Ethan sent a warning message.

Ethan: [I don't remember what happened before, and I don't want to remember it. Carolyn is my girlfriend now, and I hope you guys will respect us and stop talking about irrelevant people.]

He treated me, who had been in love with him for five years, as an irrelevant person with just one sentence.

I didn't know when my face filled with warm tears as I held my cell phone and slowly fell to the floor. My eyes were blurred with tears as I helplessly glanced over the wedding room in front of me, familiar yet strange.

Ethan had truly dumped me.

In order to give Carolyn a sense of security, Ethan deleted all contact information about me, and he kicked me out of the chat group.

Zachary and Noah seemed to have argued with him, and they both came to comfort me by chatting with me privately. They both thought Ethan had hurt his brain and wouldn't remember what happened before for a while, and they were certain he would remember it.

But what if he wouldn't want to remember it?

How should I let go of the memories of the past five years?

Ethan and I had been dating since our sophomore year. He was an arrogant and aloof boy at school, and he was also the president of the student council. I wanted to get a scholarship for the end of the semester, so I tried my best to join the student council.

When I first came here, I didn't know the ways of the world and pissed off a lot of people. I wanted to change, but I didn't know where to start.

"What do you want in the student council? Or are you just here to pass the time?"

That was the first thing Ethan ever told me.

At that time, I was isolated from the others, so I had to sit alone in the corner. I struggled to keep up with them, blindly taking notes on the meeting.

After the meeting, Ethan approached me to talk.

He gave me the notes he had taken and said helplessly, "If you want to surpass others, you need to surpass yourself first. You're brilliant, but you haven't found your own way."

He was quite serious with others, but he loved to talk to me with fervour and assurance. I gradually got to know him better and would tell him what was on my mind, and he wouldn't get impatient and would listen and reply to me.

At a party of the student council, we were playing Truth or Dare together. Ethan was unfortunate enough to lose, and Zachary Davis, who was his roommate, didn't miss the opportunity.

Zachary took the chance to ask seriously in a teasing tone, "You're helping Victoria not because you're in love, are you?"

At that moment, he smiled with joy in his eyes, his voice mellow and low. "Why not?"

Everyone was shocked when Ethan and I went out on a date, and they didn't expect Ethan to be with me anyway.

Ethan knew how to avoid suspicion and gave me a sense of security. Even when he started working, his assistants and secretaries were all male.

He also put a lot of effort into proposing to me, and he made all the decorations for the proposal, wanting to give me a memorable moment in my life.

It was still fresh in my mind, and he truly made it impossible for me to forget what had happened to us before.

However, the man who had promised me was now someone else's fiancé.

I stayed in the wedding room for a long time until it was dark outside.

I got up and moved my numb legs, and the pain coming from my knees made me frown. The pain made me unsteady, and I could only barely stand up by bracing myself against the wall.

With the bright moonlight outside, I put the key to the wedding room under the coffee table in the living room.

I was reluctant, but what could I do?

I thought, "Ethan doesn't want me anymore."

I prayed at church yesterday that I would give anything if he just woke up safely.

It seemed that God heard my prayers.

I had an abscessed wound at my knees, so I had no choice but to come to the hospital.

I froze for two seconds upon seeing that the attending doctor was Charlie Moore.

"Victoria, did you forget me so soon?"

I lowered my head in embarrassment, and Charlie smiled in a low voice, "I'm kidding you. Where's your wound? I'll help you with it."

I lifted my pants up and the bruise at my knee was deep and surrounded by wounds that were about to scab over from the injury. Tears fell from my eyes as I looked at my wounds, and I couldn't help but say, "It hurts."

Charlie paused his hand slightly with the swab and frowned. He was a bit upset, but he moved especially gently. "You feel so much pain, but you didn't come to the hospital sooner. Hold on."

He lowered his head, his long eyelashes fluttering lightly, and he looked serious, as if he was doing something important and profound. Watching this scene, I suddenly froze.

His expression now was exactly the same as when Ethan had looked at me earlier, even as they were saying the same things.

I looked normal when I was walking, but when I was running, I would reveal my shortcomings. I would easily trip over myself every time I was running in gym class if I didn't pay the slightest attention, but I was stubborn. Even though I was in pain, I would force myself to run the entire distance.

Ethan noticed my abnormality that time before I couldn't help but cry that I was in so much pain. His eyes were full of worry, and he grumbled as he carried me to a hospital off campus to treat my injuries.

They said the exact same thing. As I recalled the past, I forgot about the pain and watched in disbelief as Charlie treated my wounds.

After a while, he reached out and waved his hand in front of my eyes.

He smiled, his eyes filled with joy, "Are you being silly because it hurts?"

Before I could react, he dropped my pant leg, took a candy from his desk drawer, and handed it to me.

"You can have a candy when you're in pain, and you won't feel terrible."

He gave me my favorite mints.

"Charlie, have we met somewhere before?" I asked nervously, clutching the candy in my hand.

"Victoria, what are you thinking about? Weren't we both in the student council before?"

That wasn't what I asked, but he looked like he didn't want to mention it, so I didn't ask any further.

"Thanks, Charlie. I'll leave now."

I limped to the door before a slightly upset voice came from behind me. "Victoria, happy wedding."

When I looked back over, Charlie's eyes showed a hint of imperceptible sadness. He quickly hid it as I looked at him.

I was going to explain, but I didn't think it was necessary when I thought about it.

Some of my stuff was still at Ethan's house. In order to get them, I specifically asked Zachary to help me ask when I could take them away.

It didn't take long for Zachary to call me, and he said guiltily, "Victoria, I'm so sorry. Carolyn was insane, she threw out all your stuff, and Ethan asked me to give you the money."

His tone sounded indignant, and I got what he meant. Maybe the two had said something else unpleasant, and it was just hard to tell me.

"It's not necessary, and you can just keep it. Thank you for helping me."

After finishing the call, I stared blankly at the screen of my phone, which showed a picture of Ethan and I on the day of our proposal. We were smiling so happily and joyfully in the picture.

It was obviously real, but it looked as if it was fake.

I pursed my lips and changed the phone wallpaper.

When my mother, Amanda, heard that Ethan and I had canceled our wedding, she came from my hometown overnight.

"Why did you cancel your wedding with Ethan? You're too happy to know what pain is. With Ethan's family connections, any sensible woman would know to hold on to him tightly. Why are you so stupid that you can't even keep a man's heart?"

She yelled at me without asking for a reason, and I had long since gotten tired of being blamed by her and didn't want to answer her words for a while.

Amanda, however, became even angrier, and she yanked my hand to get to Ethan.

"Mom, stop it! The wedding is over, and it's over between us!"